Pity or Purpose?

Pity is so easy....
*I had cancer
*I'm still in treatment
*My daughter almost died
*My baby almost died
*I almost died
*I had to have a mastectomy to live
*I've lost friends because of all this
*I live in pain every moment
*I have no money
*I probably never will
*I have so many side effects
(really, this list could on and on and on and on and on and on...)

The reality is that all of it is nothing compared to:
*He lived where many hated him
*He was spit upon
*He was beaten horribly
*He was betrayed by many
*He was mocked by many more
*He wore a crown of thorns
*He had nails pounded through his flesh
*He hung on a cross
*He bore the weight of ALL sin
*He lived his life selflessly
*He died for me
*He died for everyone

If you really think about it...my pity is unwarranted. He lived His life with a purpose. Pity was never apart of Him or His life.

Am I living mine this way?

I'm supposed to.